A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 311:

“I’m sure Dom means well. Your brother would never do anything that would hurt you. I need you to remember that, okay?” His voice was soft. It was a gentle stroke to the nagging feeling that was clawing at my mind.noveldrama

I married him. I was his wife again. I swallowed hard at the reality. The switch in thought almost made me choke on my own spit.

“I’m fine…” I said between coughs. Alex rubbed one hand on my back, up and down, until I settled, while the other was placed firmly, yet gently, on my cheek.

“I’ll go get you some water, stay here…” he announced, having stared at me for a moment. His brows creased into a frown. He had something on his mind, but he held back from telling me.

And even though I wanted to stop him from leaving and force him into telling me what was eating at him, Alex was gone out of the room in a flash.

What was up with him?

“Here you go, got you something to eat too. I know you’re a sweet tooth.” I was. My chest tightened at this gesture. The last time I was pregnant, I hated being one.

The Alexander Sullivan of that year had been a nightmare that I was too scared to leave. I loved him enough not to mind the red flags that glared in my face.

And yet here was a different part of him. I loved this one dearly, just as much as I did his old self, if not more.

“You’re overthinking again, baby…” He broke the silence and pinched my cheeks lightly. His expression was laced with both worry and care. I was overthinking again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to speak about a topic we had talked about over and over. I thought that was it, but he pulled me onto his lap, my back pressed against his hard chest.

My insides curled happily at the thought of my hands against his chest. He made me look at him, and something about the way he looked at me caused heat to radiate.

“Do you trust me?” His question caught me by surprise. I had no idea why he would ask that out of the blue. Except he thought… wait. Did he think I was worried about the estate?

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I nodded, eyes still glued to his, so that he knew I meant it. “I do.”

“Your entire estate has been put under my name, Raina. Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Why would it? I mean, sure, it would have years ago and last year too, but we’re married now, married again, Alex. I wouldn’t have agreed to sleep with you, carry your child, and marry you if I didn’t trust you.”

“I was so fucking sure that was the reason you were all quiet. I would never do anything to hurt you again, Raina. Your assets are still yours, anytime you want them.”

I wasn’t worried about that, Alex. I wanted to say it to him, but I gave a smile instead. Hopefully, it showed enough sincerity to wipe that worry off his face. “Don’t worry too much about me, Alex…”

He turned me to face him, so that I was straddling his thighs. His hands fell to my sides, holding me firmly. “That’s like telling me not to love you, Raina. It’s impossible…” he said in a low tone that made my insides do a backflip.

A shudder ran through me. “Alex…” What was I calling his name for? I had no idea.

He pushed himself forward, closing the gap that stood between us. “Mrs. Sullivan, we got married, and I didn’t even get to kiss you.”

Another shudder, this time stronger. His grip tightened slightly, and I saw his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed. Our wedding had been out of convenience—there were no preparations for anything that gave any signs of romanticism.

My eyes moved down his face and fell on his lips. This time, I swallowed, the knot in my throat refusing to move. I took a sharp breath when I saw that he too was looking at my lips, like I was his.

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